Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.
The birds are in the nests and I wish so were I.
I don't know why I'm conscious, I'm wobbly and more,
I think there's a good chance I'll wind up face-down on the floor!It is four-thirty in the morning. I have already been awake for an hour, and at work for forty-five minutes. I do not consider this
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On a totally unrelated note, I'll be staying in Berkley with Joey, starting the Tuesday before Conchord . . .
I'd love to take you up on your invite to have dinner with you and Kate, before Contra dance Wednesday night. (I assume) Joey is coming too, but I don't know if we can get (i.e. nudge, drag, etc.) him to dance.
Andrea
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But I will hope very hard that you do not suffer it.
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